Flop flop flop flop.

Wednsday night class, I find myself in front of the computer yet again.
I wonder many things, again:

Should I put a messege board up, so people can make fun of me?
Should I start a co-ed frat?
When will I get to go surfing again?
Who reads this crap?
Why does everything feel so different now?

Congrats to my man Daniel Le, from work, he got married, and he's like 20. He just eloped. I shook his hand. I respect courage and spontanuity. I don't know whether the man needs a medal of honor pinned on him or a medal of honor thrown in his face or a medal of honor thrown on the floor at his feet or a medal of honor pinned through his heart.
I don't know what possesses some people.
Eh, hardly know the guy.

I got a letter in the mail with a poem my uncle wrote just before his death, it was so happy and peaceful, I don't think it would be respectful to post it here, plus, I don't have it here, lol.

Can somebody hand me my jaw? I think it fell on the floor.

I'm in a daze and the world is out of control. So many things happening at the same time. I can't keep up.

Instead of an Alien Ant farm, I now feel as though we are just billions of channels on an Alien Cable Network.
Shoot, we all get boring, and I think this channel is about to be changed. Hand me the clicker, Ed.